Moge-ko had only just been created, and she's already paced across every inch of her room. The walls, she had noted, were a splash of pastel pink across a gray castle interior. Just as expected of a perfect high school girl. She wondered if she was going to see anyone soon.
"Hey, get the hell out of the way!"
Every single living thing burst pushing and shoving through the halls.
"Pant...pant.."
Moge-ko, her eyes wide in awe, watched the little cat-gremlins tear each other apart. Blood seems to taste salty and a bit metallic. Her head turned. Some were gnawing at hunks of raw meat, some were pleasuring themselves, and all of them were addressed as Moge-tan. The air was uncomfortably steamy.
A very late Moge bumped right into Moge-Ko's ankles; the force of the yellow thing's mass introduced her to the floor.
"S-sorry...cute girl. Pant..huff.."
It was at that moment a rage bubbled inside the girl. Would there never be a moment to recollect? Is eternity full of obnoxious little brats? The law of the universe isn't fair to allow such a thing.
This won't do. No. It wouldn't. Not at all. But when you're quick to anger, a fire burns inside. It boils your blood until you sweat and that sweat bores across your skin to itch all over until you do something you might regret. In this case, she didn't regret it one bit.
Rip. The little monsters were so much quieter without a head. This is how it was meant to be, she knew. Lovely red blood splattered the tiles with satisfaction. She gutted at the fuzzy flesh gleefully. This felt much better.
.
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"My name is Moge-ko! I'm charismatic, bold, and very cute! If you don't love me enough to obey me, you get to die! ❤︎"